Monarch Night

Tang Zheng immediately revealed a knowing smile and said, "Then I'll visit another day. Steward Fang, you... take care. Haha, treat Steward Zhao nicely."

Fang Che smiled wryly, "Get lost."

"Alright."

Fang Che also turned around and left.

Tang Zheng watched as Fang Che's figure in black disappeared into the crowd, smiled, and continued patrolling the streets; he did not return.

Just as Steward Fang said.

Even though your cultivation isn't high, wearing that Guardian Hall uniform as you walk around here makes the nearby citizens feel safe, and those from the Demon Sect will have to think twice before acting.

To accomplish things, you don't necessarily need high martial arts.

As long as you dare to do it, you can do it!

Now, Tang Zheng deeply understood this phrase.

Steward Fang has left, so he cannot leave, he must persist in patrolling until the shift ends and his brothers come to take over.

Even though he was also very afraid, his heart constantly pounding, fearing that a demon from the Demon Sect would suddenly appear.

His hand was on the hilt, his palm sweaty.

But he still walked with a straight posture, among the crowd, imitating Fang Che's demeanor, with a serious expression, eyes like an eagle.

Fang Che quickened his pace towards the western mountains, calculating in his mind the words he was going to say to Zhao Ying'er tonight.

It's not that he doesn't understand the situation now.

He was clear about all of Zhao Ying'er's feelings for him.

However... regarding this kind of emotion, Fang Che, no matter what, dared not accept it.

He pondered all the way...

...

Zhao Ying'er finished burning the paper money, and then burned the incense candles she brought as well.

Then she opened jar after jar, slowly pouring at the grave front.

The empty jars were placed behind her, ready to take them away when she left.

It was already the nineteenth jar.

Her face was full of grief, amidst this Heroic Spirit Cemetery, recalling the fragments of the past.

She couldn't help but shed tears one by one.

Just then, a voice said, "Steward Zhao, Steward Fang hasn't come yet?"

Zhao Ying'er's face changed.

She looked up.

Amidst the smoke, a chubby man was standing opposite, smiling at her.

It was the tavern owner.

"You!?"

Zhao Ying'er's face changed.

Without turning around, she suddenly gathered all her cultivation and fiercely kicked the stack of wine jars behind her.

Immediately, seventeen or eighteen wine jars flew into the sky, tumbling down the mountain with a rumble.

She reacted extremely quickly, immediately thinking of this person when she saw him, remembering he had asked who she was with when buying wine.

She immediately deduced that this person's target was Fang Che.

So she acted decisively, kicking the wine jars downhill to warn Fang Che.

At the same time, she raised her hand, and a signal flare shot skyward.

A long sword already glittered coldly in her hand.

But as the flare climbed halfway, the man opposite gently raised a hand, flicked a finger, and the flare silently shattered.

"Who are you?" Zhao Ying'er felt her heart sink suddenly.

With just that move, she knew the other was definitely an expert.

At least General Level, or even Marquis Level.

"I'm Old Xia. Steward Zhao."

The tavern owner, Old Xia, smiled at her, ignoring all her actions, not caring at all, and said blandly, "It's useless. If Steward Fang cares about you, he would definitely come upon seeing the wine jars."

"This flare, even if sent out, wouldn't do much. It's too far. The nearest stationed here wouldn't arrive that quickly, what's more, Steward Zhao."

He smiled slightly, "I am a Marquis, you think anyone who comes would be a threat to me?"

Zhao Ying'er's face turned pale, "Who are you?"

"Why ask this question?"

Old Xia smiled faintly, "Steward Zhao, if I weren't from the Mingguang Sect, why would I show up here?"

He felt a bit melancholic, "Actually, I've been reluctant, entering Baiyun State fifteen years ago, peacefully selling wine, until I recently broke through to Marquis Level, almost doing nothing."

"But it's a pity, who let your sweetheart break our Mingguang Sect's sub branch?"

Zhao Ying'er took two unobtrusive steps back, said, "So you want revenge?"

"It's not I who wants revenge, but we've all received orders to ambush Steward Fang."

Old Xia said sadly, "From today on... I can no longer live a peaceful life... Steward Zhao, you have truly implicated me."

Zhao Ying'er's sword shimmered, asked in a low voice, "Then why don't you act?"

Old Xia seemed in no hurry at all, "Steward Fang hasn't arrived yet, no hurry."

He smiled leisurely, "Steward Zhao, do you want Steward Fang to see those wine jars and immediately turn away?"

"Or do you want him... to come regardless of life or death?"

Zhao Ying'er's face was pale, "Of course, to leave!"

"Then... your deep affection, Steward Zhao, is quite worthless."

Old Xia sighed, "Steward Zhao, do you know what the most gratifying thing in the world is?"

Zhao Ying'er said, "What is it?"

"It's to humiliate a man's woman in front of him, and then kill the man in front of that woman... Hahaha..."

Old Xia laughed maniacally, "I love doing this the most!"

"Demon!"

Zhao Ying'er couldn't bear it any longer and immediately acted.

But she wasn't attacking the enemy.

She thrust her sword into her own heart!

With beautiful eyes looking at the demon in front of her, Zhao Ying'er smiled bleakly and contemptuously, "You think you can torment us from the Guardian Hall?"

She only had General Level cultivation, and against Old Xia, she had no chance of counterattack.

She wouldn't be caught to threaten Fang Che, be humiliated, or witness Fang Che's death, she refused all!

So she acted decisively.

Old Xia was shocked, hastily flicked a finger, but Zhao Ying'er was too quick; he only deflected the sword a little.

Still, it deeply pierced the chest.

Zhao Ying'er exerted such force that the sword tip protruded halfway from the back!

...

Fang Che was already at the entrance of the Heroic Spirit Cemetery.

Looking at the rows of neat tombs, he also felt much more solemn.

He glanced ahead and began to stride upwards.

Just as he was walking...

Suddenly with a rumble...

A dozen wine jars tumbled down like a rolling drum from the mountain, several smashing against tombstones creating echoes like muffled thunder, echoing in the empty hills.

Fang Che's face changed.

Zhao Ying'er was in trouble!

He immediately took out a Dan Yun Divine Pill, pressed it under his tongue.

He was ready to fight for his life at any moment!

With the sword in hand, he crouched and turned into a wisp of smoke darting upwards.

...

Old Xia placed Zhao Ying'er against a pine tree, pulled out the sword and tossed it aside, ignoring the blood flowing from her chest, letting her lean against the tree, grinned viciously, "Fine, you're fiery! Can't have my way with you, but I'll let you watch how your Steward Fang dies! Don't worry, whether you live or die, you'll see it all!"

Zhao Ying'er's eyes darkened, muttered curses, "Demon!..."

But her eyes, were anxiously looking towards the path.

You mustn't come.

You mustn't come.

At this time...

In Zhao Ying'er's expectant gaze, something seemed to glisten in mid-air.

Old Xia immediately stood up, held his sword, and shouted, "Steward Fang, your sweetheart is dying, aren't you going to say anything?"

Suddenly.

In the half-reclining eyes of Zhao Ying'er.

In the standing Old Xia's eyes.

In the air, suddenly a sun appeared. Rising beneath the sunset of the western mountains!

Light burst forth! Dazzling!

That was... a brilliant and splendid sword light!

The might of a great sun!

Great Sun Sword!

It was precisely Fang Che, at the Tianren Martial Academy, who fully unleashed the Sword Intent left by Ningxue Sword Rui Qianshan!

Fang Che revealed it without reservation.

Body and Sword as One, directly charged Old Xia!

With a loud boom, Old Xia's body was blasted backward, Fang Che also spat out blood with a cry, meanwhile, energy surged, the Dan Yun Divine Pill under his tongue slipped down the throat, but he was also blown back.

But he had calculated the angle, and with a retreat, he was immediately beside Zhao Ying'er, without hesitation, he stuffed a Dan Yun Divine Pill into her mouth.

"Swallow it!"

Fang Che barked hoarsely, not daring to open his mouth with medicine within.

Then rolled over, sprang up, kicked hard with both legs, and the Great Sun Sword merged once again!

In just one collision, Fang Che had assessed it.

Marquis!

The opponent was definitely a Marquis, albeit not of high grade.

But... even if the opponent's grade wasn't high, it was still beyond what his current third grade general force could match.

Although he could fight across grades, even against a ninth grade general without pressure.

But Marquis was crossing the major ranks.

With his current third grade general, it's still beyond his capacity.

"Just one grade short!"

Fang Che was extremely resentful.

If he were currently a fourth-grade general, with his compressed Dantian Spirit Mist energy, he could completely slay this bastard!

But now, he was falling behind.

If it were noon, then with the Great Sun's power, his Great Sun Sword would be much more effective.

But it was twilight now, the sun almost lacking power.

Old Xia was flung back with a sword, rolling out two yards, spat blood and got up immediately, while Fang Che's second sword was already upon him!

"Well-played Steward Fang!"

Old Xia roared furiously, "Truly deep-hidden!"

The big sword turned, attacking with full force.

In a blink, hundreds of moves were exchanged.

Fang Che, with the element of surprise, had wounded Old Xia, but Old Xia's foundation was much stronger; now that his breathing was steady, fighting desperately, Fang Che gradually fell behind.

This Old Xia's every move, although not as exquisite as Fang Che's swordsmanship, were powerful and heavy.

If Fang Che's sword were blocked by his sword, it might immediately fly from his hand.

This, Old Xia knew, and so did Fang Che.

Thus, Old Xia was willing to risk injury, even to get hit by one of Fang Che's swords, just to find a chance to block Fang Che's sword.

But Fang Che would never let Old Xia succeed.

The long sword whistled, and as soon as the sword point went out, it aimed for the throat, chest, and lower body.

Never giving the opponent a chance to 'counterattack by getting wounded'!